Good morning to the world opening its blinking sun-eye through the eyelid of the clouds overhead.  Good morning to the birds sharply twittering in the green tree-cover.  Good morning to the computer keyboard and the hum of mystery which accompanies the typing.  Good morning to the invisible/visible friends who are stretching and singing and annoyed and friendly and suffering and happy and alive.

Morning sings through our bones, doesn't it?  Morning swims through our cells like an amoeba careening to the sea.  Morning drinks coffee and tea and yawns and giggles and wants to get dressed in clouds or rain or blue skies.  What shall she wear today?  Who wants to know?

Morning is new and fresh every day, never the same old lady of yesterday!  She preens and pouts and huffs and hugs.  What shall she be today?  And who wants to know?

Who says we're any different than morning, that she's a separate self with a dawning and a dream of setting?  Aren't we morning and noon and evening?  Aren't we clouds and blossoming flowers and hurricanes?  Aren't we drizzle and sulk?  Aren't we all of it, uncontained by Name or Concept?  Aren't we that which rises in Morning's skull and sets in the wiggling toes way down below?

Morning rises in us and comes out in floppy words...or perhaps a desire to glimpse the lake!  Time to dress, and find sneakers, and camera and melt into the woods of morning, as morning, unable to pin itself down before --blink!--we're afternoon, sitting in ourselves overhead, turning, turning, always new.

So it's morning and you're awake and you grab your toothbrush and start to brush your teeth.

There are two ways to brush your teeth.

You brush, yeah, yeah, yeah, thinking about this subject and that, planning your day, half-awake, staring foggy-brained in the mirror.

Or you meditate while you brush your teeth.

Who said meditation just means sitting down in cross-legged positions chanting "om" or watching your breath or witnessing the thoughts rising and falling?

Tooth brushing is one of the best meditations!

Here's something like what happens.  Of course you can't write it down but we're going to try.  Are you ready? 

Fingers turning toothpaste cap feeling ridges.  Moving down smooth tube squeezing out white paste, tangy spearmint smell sharp, strong. Paste spreading out against bristles, arm moving toothbrush toward face, mouth opens, in goes brush.  Bristles meeting tooth, oh so vibrant rush, foam bursting forth in mouth, up, down,up, down, up, down, around edges, around that molar, ahhhhh, to the front now, fleeting thought of coffee, fleeting thought of toast, whirring, whooshing, up, down, toothbrush against gum, against tongue, lips.  On to the top now, moving, moving, brush merging with grooves, time to spit, time to spit, spitting in the sink, turning on the water, hand puts down brush, hand reaches for towel, soft fluffy towel, wiping mouth, turning, breathing.  Fresh clean flavor bursting, feet moving, bathroom door opening, thought arising, "WOW....toothbrushing!"

Now who said brushing teeth can't be a spiritual highlight of our day?  And then we move on to making the bed.  Making the bed!  And washing dishes.  And driving the car to work. 

There's brushing the teeth and there's brushing the teeth.  What kind of way do you want to brush your teeth today?